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209. And Then There Were None
Warrick Brown: Less than a year ago security couldn't even carry guns.
Nick Stokes: Times have changed.
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Warrick Brown: No amount of makeup in the world could cover up that chunk of adam's apple.
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Nick Stokes: You're a surfer now?
Greg Sanders: Dude, I rip.
Nick Stokes: We're 300 miles from the nearest beach.
Greg Sander: Surfing's just a state of mind.
210. Ellie
Catrherine Willows (about grissom's cockroaches):What do you feed those guys?
Gil Grissom: Dog food.
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Sara Sidle: Who died and made you boss?
Warrick Brown: He's not exactly dead.
Sara Sidle: Grissom gave you shift tonight.
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Warrick Brown: I don't think I can handle this. I got to call Grissom.
Nick Stokes: Then call him.
Warrick Brown: But?
Nick Stokes: I didn't say anything.
Warrick Brown: I heard it, bro -- a 'but' in there.
nick stokes: You know how Grissom is. If you ask him for the keys to the car he's going to ask you if you've done your
homework.
211. Organ Grinder
Nick Stokes: What do you think, cocaine?
Catherine Willows: No, I don't think so.
Nick Stokes: How can you tell just by looking?
Catherine Willows: Never you mind.
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greg Sanders: Hey, Catherine? Do you think Sara would ever go out with me?
catherine Willows: Sure. As long as you don't tell her it's a date.
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Sara Sidle: You're not coming?
Gil Grissom: You found it, you run with it.
212. You've Got Male
Greg Sanders: So, did I solve the case?
Gil Grisom: No, Greg, you didn't. But you've helped.
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Nick Stokes (to Sara): Hey, Sara ... you gotta get out more.
213. Identity Crisis
Greg Sanders (to Sara): When you say 'jump' I say 'how high?
214. The Finger
Warrick Brown (To nick Stokes): Have you been eating peanut butter in the layout room?
215. Burden of Proof
Gil Grisom (to david phillips): David! Get this body out of here now! We got cross contamination!
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Nick Stokes: Man, someone has got to talk to Grissom about this.
Gil Grissom: Talk to me about what?
Nick Stokes: You leaving your experiments in our refrigerator.
216. Primum Non Nocere
Warrick Brown: Don't tell us you're wearing our evidence.
Nick Stokes: Come on, Greg.
Greg Sanders: Give me some credit.
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